I expect her to startle or scream at me. But she doesn't. She sensed me the moment I walked down the hall.
"Did I give you permission to come into my bedroom?"
"You're hurting yourself trying to find it," I say, my eyes completely locked on her cunt. "Let me do it. I'll get on my knees right now. I'll open you up with my fingers and eat you."
A shallow breath hitches in her throat. "I can handle my own body."
My cock leaks. “I want to taste how wet you are."
She flushes. Her delicate petals are glistening with her own moisture. They’re practically begging to be sucked into my mouth.
Her grip tightens on the vibrator. Her pride is the only thing keeping her from me.
"Please," I beg.
"You can watch," she commands. "No touching. And Viktor, you can leave whenever you want. No one is forcing you to stand there and get hard over me."
"Why the fuck would I leave?" I rasp.
"Then watch," she grumbles, her gaze locking onto mine, her hips rolling as she tries to find her release.
I walk over until I am hovering directly over her. I drop to my knees beside the bed, bringing my face inches from her thighs.
The buzzing of the machine grows louder as she raises its level, her breath coming in short pants, but she still can't get over the edge. She needs something to tip her over.
And I know exactly what to give her.
"Look at you," I growl, my breath making the fine hairs there stand up. "You want me to eat it so bad it’s making you crazy."
The moan that slips out of her mouth is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
"I can see the wetness bubbling up from inside you. It’s begging for my cock. You're trying to ignore me, but your pussy is begging for a beast. Come for me, Valentina. Let it out, you arrogant little thing. Come."
That did it. Her eyes roll back, her spine arching so hard her shoulder blades leave the mattress. The purple vibrator slips from her fingers as her body goes completely rigid, those beautiful lips pulsing.
The silence returns to the room, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. I stare up at her as she slowly comes back into reality.
"You're beautiful," I murmur.
My hand reaches down to the floor, brushing against the red thong she discarded earlier. I pick it up, holding the tiny scrap of lace between us.
"May I?" I ask.
She blinks down at me. "May you what?"
"You said no skin-to-skin touch," I remind her.
I bunch the red fabric into my palm and press it directly against her. I rub the satin over her clit, down the length of those plush lips, and deep into the wet crease of her thighs. I use her own underwear to collect every single drop of her juices, soaking the fabric completely.
A squeak catches in her throat as she watches me. When the fabric is thoroughly drenched, I pull it away. I look her dead in the eye, the fire in my veins still burning hot enough to incinerate us both.
"Thank you," I whisper.
I place the soaked red thong directly into my mouth, biting down on the silk, and stand up. I turn and walk out of her bedroom with the fabric gripped between my teeth, greedily sucking the sweet, hot juices out of the lace with every step.
Yum.
This might just be better than ice cream.
